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Four Tons of Glass

I’m kinda bitter
Regarding all of this litter,
Left here by the slob folk
I tell you brother, that’s no joke,
They make a mess
As if to impress,
Their lack of good taste
And how much they can waste.

Three tons of glass
And it’s only September,
Maybe four tons total
By late December,
And that’s 800 dollars
At ten cents a pound,
Money in my pocket
Just laying around.

Now granted, we had to gather it
And sort it by hand,
Because aluminum and plastic
Are all in demand,
Yet, your average beach drinker
Isn’t very tactical,
Favoring glass as traditional
Although very impractical.

Most of the scavengers
Do not gather glass,
Too heavy and unsafe
So they take a pass,
Leaving it for us
We can carry anything,
We don’t ride bicycles
A car we do bring.